Your CS Pet Pairs? :3

[wibeke]

Thanks hoshiko. <3
Me too. I really should write more stories with them, that one was fun.

And that's awesome Capri. Fitting pets and interesting idea.

[Chry]

Flutter [f] & Stitch [m]

They say that the old toy shop was magical, that it was a special place. Some even said that the toys came to life, but only for certain people. The little children mostly, and the young at heart. To them the toy shop came to life, but to others it was simply another toy store. Some of the toys were made to sing and dance, others to talk, and others simply to cuddle with. They had all kinds of animals too. From waddling penguins and purring cats, to rocking horses and twittering birds.

The shop was owned by a sickly old lady who now spent her days carefully crafting the new plushies. Even then, when her joints became stiff and painful, she continued on with her work. With no children to pass her work onto, she was determined to keep the shop on it's feet. The toys did what they could to help by sorting the shelves and any tasks they could, but it was of little use. Her declining health was apparent. There were days when she couldn't even remember her own name, or how to do the simplest of tasks.

Through all of this her companion, a butterfly wolf named Flutter, kept her company. She'd whisper the instructions to the old lady and hold her shaking hand steady when she stitched together her patterns. Flutter was rarely seen away from her master's side then. She was one of her first creations, and her most trusted. Stitch was often seen running about the store, straightening shelves, fetching supplies, and keeping everything in order. The two became close friends as they worked to help her.

One day the old lady was sitting in her chair as usual, though Flutter wasn't next to her this time. She was flying about the store and entertaining some of the customers. Stitch laid at her feet, watching the activity from a safe distance. He couldn't afford to be sold with his master so defenseless, and so he chose to stay back. She stroked his head affectionately, smiling softly. "You're such a good doggy." She said. Her breathing seemed heavy, like just those four words hurt her to say. He looked around in fear.

"Flutter! Flutter get down here! Flutter...please..." He whimpered, watching helplessly as she continued on flying. She couldn't hear him, not over the laughter of the kids. "Oh my god." He lifted his head to see her face and quickly brought it back down again. Her skin was so gray, so dead looking. "Oh god no. No no no. FLUTTER!" He yelled, his voice hoarse from crying. She still didn't hear him. He buried his head in her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. He could smell the scent of death now, and her body felt so cold. She's not dead. She can't be...

Finally a customer noticed the lady after trying to buy a toy and they called for help. Flutter, seeing the growing crowd around the cash register, landed nearby, only to be greeted by the flashing lights of an ambulance. "Stitch! What's going on?" She asked frantically. He had his head turned down to the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks. He just kept repeating the same phrase over and over, growing more hopeless and weak as he went on. "No no no. She can't be...I tried to tell her."

She stared at him for a few seconds in confusion before turning away to get a look for herself. The shop owner was gently carted away on a stretcher and put into the back of the ambulance. The people outside exchanged sad looks with each other, and talk soon came up about what they were to do about the shop and the funeral. Her heart sank. Stitch's mumbling made sense now. Her master, her best friend and creator, was dead, and she wasn't even there to help her!

She glared at stitch. It was his fault that this happened. Maybe not intentionally, but he was the only one there. He could've done something other than trying to get her. He could've at least yelled a bit louder. Stitch was by no means a very loud animal, keeping mostly to himself and really not all that tough, but he had to be capable of more than that. Whatever it was that happened, she resented him.

"Is she ever coming back?" One worried toy asked. Flutter could only shake her head.

---

After that day the life seemed to be sucked out of the toy shop. Toys sat on shelves, motionless, they're usual lighthearted playfulness gone. They're fur was dusty and seems split apart. Mice scampered about, chewing holes in the ears of the stuffed rabbits and leaving their messes where ever they went. Without anyone to tend to them and no children to please they fell apart. Most toys rarely moved, usually deciding instead to close themselves off within their minds.

For a while all was silent apart from the squeaking of the mouses. Flutter was sleeping quietly on a shelf when a loud noise and the sound of something moving about. Tentatively she padded over to the sounds. Another sound came, a crash of some kind. Rolls of fabric tumbled down from a shelf, shaken by the impact. She raced over, expecting a robber or some kind of criminal. Instead under the wreckage was Stitch. Just as well...

Only the wave of hatred she expected to feel didn't come. She wasn't angry. No... sympathetic, perhaps? More so than the others, Stitch was falling apart. He seemed to be doing the best he could to keep himself together, but it obviously wasn't doing too much good. His eyes especially, that were once so bright and alert, were now replaced by two mismatched buttons. She couldn't help but forgive him. Maybe it was just an accident after all. Even if it wasn't, he certainly suffered enough for it.

"What are you doing?" She asked. Carefully she pushed away the wreckage.
He looked down at the ground. "Hey Flutter. You look great." He said quietly.
"I've seen better days." She answered, ignoring his lack of vision. It was true that she wasn't in such great condition herself. her wings had fallen off a short time ago, and her once bright fur had dimmed.

She was about to ask what he was doing again when another shape caught her eye. She stared at it for a while, unable to tell at first just what it was. It's face was mangled looking and stuffing poured out through various holes on it's body. The needle still lay planted inside of it. The little creature was in even worse condition than Stitch. Even so, it made her smile.

"Did you make this?" She asked.
"I figured we needed a new toy. You know, to cheer things up a little." He paused for a second, "Do you like it?"
"Of course I do. I love it."
"Really? I thought...well since I can't see... it wouldn't look right."
"It's perfect." She said, "Absolutely perfect."

---

A year later a young man bought the shop. He heard about the magical qualities of the shop, and he was eager to try and bring it back again. He did, and with the help of his two new toy makers the shop got back on it's feet.

That was a bit more depressing than I meant it to be. Happy ending at least though.

Your story was just beautiful . . . just a little constructive criticism though . . .

"For a while all was silent apart from the squeaking of the mouses" - Should say "mice" instead of Mouses as there is no such word

"Flutter was rarely seen away from her master's side then." - You dont need to have "then" on the end of that. If you want it to come across as "It was at this time" then you should re-phrase it . . .

A very beautiful prose Wibeke . . . Strong setting, almost perfect grammar . . . It was neat, tidy, emotional and just a very stunning piece

[wibeke]

Thanks for the help Chry.
I really need to remember that "mouses" is a non-existent word. If i write that one more time my English teachewr will kill me.
I think I can just take out the then.

[vee.]

Just a funny little pair I thought of yesterday:)


Dal'tonici and Polemica

The first time I see her, I am out on my morning stroll, passing by the garden.

She is plopped down in the middle of all the tulips, casting her gaze around at each one of them in turn, then repeating the motion. Her head tilts from side to side, and she mumbles something softly, I can't quite hear. A faded rainbow balloon in the shape of a moon is tied to her bobtail, and two winged turtles fly around it constantly. Perched atop her head is a pair of yellow rabbit ears, and surrounding her are various plushies and toys. Perplexed, I stride toward her along the cobblestoned garden path.

"Pardon me, miss," I call out, biting my lip absently. She lifts her head up, and stares at me imploringly. I am met by two bright pools of silver in the middle of her face, and an ice cube nose. I blink twice, surprised, and then regain my train of thought. "Pardon me, but, what exactly is it that you're doing, miss ?"

She is silent and blank as she regards me carefully, leaning to one side to peer around my head for a better look at the mottled spots along my spine. She almost looks fake, like a larger doll among all her little toys and trinkets. When she finally speaks, her voice is high-pitched, but soft, with a heavy layer of innocence. "What are these ?"

"Erm, I'm sorry, what are... what, miss ?"

She gestures loosely with a black-and-white paw. "These thingies, these silly little flowers. What are they ?"

"Oh, the flowers, of course. They're called tulips, miss."

She looks back down at them, swinging her head lazily around behind her. Every motion she makes is loose and casual. I marvel at her strange childlike innocence. "Twoooo... lips..." She tests the word on her tongue. "Well, that's a silly name, you see. There are much more than two lips on these flowers, there's more like ... one, and one, and one, and one, and one. There's one. I'll call them one lips." She turns back to grin at me, quite pleased with herself, waiting for my response.

Her words are gibberish to me, I am flabberghasted by them. Is she absolutely insane ? But then, I look back to her face, and I see her grin starting to fade, wondering why I haven't responded yet. I smile crookedly. What a funny little thing she is, how could I think harshly of her ? I laugh once, and then I find myself laughing again. "What is your name ?" I ask her.

She sets her mouth into a thin line, and looks upward, thinking. "Hmm..... Oh ! My name's Polemica. What's yours ?"She waits excitedly, tapping her forepaws on the ground.

"My name's Dal'tonici; pleasure to meet you." She smiles contently. "Now, may I ask, why ... do you have flying turtles ? And, why are you wearing bunny ears ?"

She looks at me as if my questions are ridiculous. "Well, those are turtledoves, you silly goose ! Duhhh. And ... I'm not wearing bunny ears ..."

"Oh, of course, how silly of me." I chuckle, totally loving this. She is so completely insane, but so innocent and blissfully happy, I can't help myself. "But, why have you brought your plushies with you ?"

"Well I couldn't come to the pretty garden without bringing them along ! They would've been so upset, and I especially couldn't leave Kissasaurus, ohh he just loves red flowers !" She looks around me once more, and I can almost see her heart sink. "Dally, you don't have any friends with you," she realizes sadly. She looks like she is about to cry.

I turn my ears back, and drop my tail low. I'd rather break my leg than watch tears run through this poor little creature's beautiful ebony fur. "Oh, don't cry, Po, please, umm ... Hey, I know, you can be my friend ! And I can be friends with your friends, and I can meet you here every morning. I pass right by here anyway, on my morning walk."

She sniffs, and looks hopeful. "Even Kissasaurus ?" she pouts.

I chuckle, not expecting that reaction. "Yes Po, even Kissasaurus."

She jumps up in excitement, and bounces around me energetically. "Yaaaaaayyy !!! New friend new friend new friend !" She begins to hum a strange happy tune, prancing and parading around me all the while. I laugh heartily, still awestruck by the simplicity in Po's mind. She is oblivious to everything in this world. She doesn't remember her name. She doesn't remember the words to a song. She doesn't know the names of any flower. She doesn't know how to count. She doesn't know how beautiful she is.... She doesn't know how strangely drawn to her I am... Nor do I know, but I know it is true, that this is the day I fell in love with Polemica, the crazy little bobtail in the garden.

--

But to this day, her mind remains that of a child. She still comes to see me every morning, she brings all her toys every day, she sings me songs, and she performs strange, silly little dances for me. We talk for hours. Yet I fear she will never know how much I long to kiss her cheek.

She will never know how I love her.

[iBrevity]

@Vellamore
That was gorgeous. xDD
And crazy sad. <3 I feel so bad for them.

[wibeke]

I agree with iBrevity. Sad, but incredibly sweet. =3

[vee.]

Awhhh thankyouu both:) &I knowwwwww, I just wana hug poor Dally:'(

I saw Po sitting in my groups the other day, with all her silly little items, and I imagined her to be completely clinically insane and ridiculous and fun, and then I saw Dal'tonici .... :DDD

Awhh but the poor guy; he just wants to lie down at night and watch the stars with her, kiss her cheek and watch as she blushes, and see her smile affectionately every morning instead of excitedly Dx But she doesn't get it:(

I may write another story similar to this .. I'm rather liking the idea of crazy characters.

[BlissfulFarrago]

Aude and Chelvish
The story of two very confused guinea pigs.

I hopped along the shore, surveying the beautiful view. Then I saw something small and furry flapping in the water. I came closer and saw a narwhal.

"Are you a narwhal!?" I asked in amazement. So that's
what they looked like! I thought.

I looked up from my exemplary swimming to a voice. I saw a small furry creature with purple ears and buck teeth. I realized that this must be one of the bunnies I'd heard about!

"Yes," I answered. "And you're a bunny?"

"Uh-huh," I answered the narwhal. "I'm Chelvish."

"I'm Aude," I told him happily. A momentary lull occured.

"I love you," I told her.

"Really?" I gasped happily. "I love you, too!"

So with a jump and a swish, the two lovebirds...er...love...creatures...ventured into the sunset.

xD I'm not really sure what I was thinking.

[wibeke]

That story is made of win. xD

[Slushie~♫]

Brilliant story. ~♫ XD